cycling

Sunday July Fourth ironically marks the fourth consecutive day of rain in Tokyo, and thus by extension, without a single revolution of Red Chameleon's crank. She, like me, has been sitting indoors anxiously awaiting the very moment we can roll out on the tarmac and get some exercise.

It has now been raining non-stop for three consecutive days in Tokyo. When my alarm fired this morning, awaking me from a deep and comfortable slumber, all I heard was Mother Nature's wet warriors angrily pounding against my home. Cycling is, apparently, not in the cards for today.

Unfortunately for the second consecutive day, Tokyo is under attack from above. Wet warriors continue to descend upon the city, water purposely pounding the pavement, leaving no dry survivors in their wake.

When I laid my head down on my pillow for a few hours of deep sleep last night, it was lightly raining with no apparent intention of stopping. My alarm went off as planned at 4am, and I did not even need to leave the comfort of my bed to understand there was not going to be any cycling today.

The post-rain weather today was exceptionally mild, almost to the point where I contemplated wearing a shirt with some sleeves. I quickly erased that nonsensical thought, rushed out the door, only to find it was lightly drizzling. Would I let a little rain stop me?

Mother nature has been quite upset with Tokyo since late last night, summoning her wet warriors to descend from the sky, bringing with them torrential downpour. As I awoke at 4am to prepare to hit the tarmac, I realized my riding hopes were dashed thanks to the sound of the assault she convened.

Awoke this morning to a beautiful early Monday with outstanding weather. When the door swiftly shut as I walked through it towards the garage, the temperature was perfectly mild with a slight hint of wind, and minimal humidity.

Today was never going to be a cycling day after celebratory food and a substantial amount of wine last night. Instead, I decided to do a bit of bike maintenance and swap out the older top tube bag for a newer, sexier, customized one.